Contrast

It's funny how different day and night can be in terms of what we wear, what we do, and how we behave. (Er, well that last one just might possibly have more to do with intoxication level) This was quite aptly demonstrated just last Sunday.

Sunday afternoon, my mother and I ventured off to Vitabergsparken to watch modern ballet. It was a free show, meaning the place was packed and I had to recover my debating skills to ensure us a couple of seats. Now I don't want to be stereotypical or anything - I do love this country... but Swedish people omg. Examples of snippits of conversation:

'Well, you can sit here and your daughter sits elsewhere. You don't need to talk to each other anyway'
'No, I won't move up, I want to sit right here!' (Exclaimed by one of two women who sat in the middle of two free spaces. I asked if they could move up so as to have space for both my mother and me)
'Humph! Nu blir det lite trångt!' (when I finally convinced them to be reasonable)

Just before the ballet began

Anyway. They were alright in the end. Like the time that a nervous flyer kept screaming 'YOU WILL KILL US!' in response to my phone call just prior to take off, the first impressions subsided and my neighbours warmed up to me eventually.

The ballet was gorgeous, and I was pleased to finally be taking advantage of one of Stockholm's many free summer performances. I failed to take photos of the dance however because of the regulations not permitting me to (and, primarily, because the two women enforced this rule via snarling at me when I had my camera out). Even with the seat drama, it was a very pleasant, cultured afternoon.

Then later that night there was R's house. Oh god. That gin tasted like poison, and after a couple of drinks M and I were already rolling around on the floor. Literal ROFL right there. Much inappropriate behaviour, an extensive amount of regrettable conversation topics, and one 3am phone call too many. All those things however, definitely equated to a very very well spent Sunday night :oP

That would be M rolling on top of me. I don't know.